Hey, I'm Just a Few Guys!

The time has come, I must be Frank
I drink my beer in a Stein
I'm eight-foot two, a clumsy gent
Oh where's that creator of mine?


I can't have kids, so I've been told
I wear my nuts in my neck!
Par--don my frankness if you please
It's my life-- what the heck?


I'm told I am a scary guy
Who could never get a date
You make for me this ugly chick
and tell me she's my mate!


Her shoulders they are broad and vile
Her hair is piled high on her head
She screams each time that I approach
I'm supposed to take her to bed?


Life's not easy as  a patchwork quilt
Of human parts left over
My hair's never right, my face is a fright
And I prance around the clover!

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